The Flowers Died and Now Smell Awful.

A couple of days ago, I walked into my room. Not too exciting all on its own, I know, but there was a bouquet of wildflowers that included my favorites, sunflowers, waiting on my desk. I assumed they were put there by my mother so they would be out of the way for her cosmetics party that evening, and I never bother to thank her or even ask if that was the case.

Now, as I found them slowly molding in the vase (which emitted the most gag-inducing stench imaginable. Surprising for flowers, really), I began to wonder. Could I possibly have a secret admirer? Furthermore, could this admirer be a some sort of alien or mythical creature?

I'm hoping for the latter because, while David Tennant is attractive, aliens aren't really my type. Plus, the whole wildflower motif hints at something a bit more spiritual. Perhaps a faerie, maybe an elf? Either way, I hope he has Will Graham's face. Another part of me even dares to hope it is the angel Castiel. Theoretically, he could pop into my room unbeknownst to anyone. He could be watching me as I write this. I wouldn't be complaining. Still, something tells me he has other interests. (And now that the thing happened to him in 8x23, I doubt he could poof into my room with flowers so easily.)

I have yet to consult my mother. Hopefully she wasn't the one who put them there; that would make things boring. All the same, even if she did put them there, that's nice. Lovely, actually. Being thought of is great.

Though I am afraid the rotting-flowers smell is planning to stick around a bit longer. This is why i can't have nice tings.